Sandler gets mature, with Nicholson as his shrink

You feel it percolating in your gut as the guy behind the deli counter serves someone who has waited less time than you. It rises to form a knot of bile as you scamper after a bus that left 10 seconds too soon. It chokes you as your boss--say, an editor at the magazine you've slaved at for years--cuts your perfect movie review in half, adds lame jokes...and then, to compound the injury, sends you out to get her coffee, at that same rotten deli.